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The Memorial Meeting was held in 
the Brick Presbyterian Church in New 
York, on the afternoon of April 25, 
1919, at four o'clock. Dr. Edwin A. 
Alderman, President of the University 
of Virginia, presided and introduced the 
speakers who were the Earl of Reading, 
Ambassador of Great Britain to the 
United States, Hon. WiUiam Gibbs 
McAdoo, Ex-Secretary of the Treasury, 
and Dr. L3nnan Abbott, Editor of The 
Outlook. Their addresses, full of dis- 
cerning appreciation of Mr. Page's 
character and dehvered with impressive 
simplicity, were listened to by a great 
company of Mr. Page's friends. 

These appreciations, as well as the 
messages read at the meeting, have been 





gathered together in these pages by the 
committee, and are presented to Am- 
bassador Page's friends both in England 
and America as a keepsake to his mem- 
ory. The form chosen for this httle 
volimie is itself a memorial, for it has 
been made identical with the form of 
"The Rebuilding of Old Common- 
wealths," the book into which Walter 
Hines Page poured his soul. He wrote 
in one of its pages: "I believe in the 
perpetual regeneration of society, in the 
immortaHty of democracy, and in growth 

This great and true American, as 
firm in his simple faith in democracy as 
was Lincoln, lived to see Germany strike 
her colors on November ii, 1918, and 
his friends are glad to believe that as a 
"Happy Warrior" he went forward, to 
use his own words, to "growth everlast- 
ing.'' . 



The Prayer 3 

By Dr. William Pierson Merrill 

Address -5 

By Dr. Edwin A. Alderman 

Message 21 

From President Wilson 

Message 22 

From Secretary Lansing 

Address 25 

By Lord Reading 

Address 36 

By Hon. William G. McAdoo 

Address 46 

By Dr. Lyman Abbott 



DR. .ALDERMAN introduced the 
Rev. Dr. William P. Merrill,pas- 
tor of the Brick Presbyterian 
Church who offered the following prayer: 

Let us ask the blessing of God: Oh, God, 
our father, God of our fathers and God 
of all humanity, we give Thee thanks 
for Thy servant who, serving faithfully 
his country and his race, truly served 
Thee. We beseech Thee that Thy 
presence may be with us, meeting here 
in memory of this. Thy servant, and a 
servant of this nation. We fervently 
and humbly pray to Thee that by Thy 
grace, working in the hearts of men, 
Thou wilt preserve and strengthen that 


feeKng of concord, of peace and good will 
which exists between the two countries 
which this man served, and that Thou 
wilt grant that throughout all the world 
there may be extended those principles 
of righteousness and of justice to which 
he devoted so much of the strength of 
his life. 

Grant Thou, by Thy Spirit, working 
upon the hearts of the men in whose 
hands are the great destinies of this 
coming time, that there may be brought 
and confirmed, a peace that shall be 
established upon righteousness and faith 
and truth, in order that Thy Kingdom 
may come here in the world, and Thy 
will be done in the affairs of men. 


GINIA, AND chair:man of the memorial 


THE praise which a free and 
thoughtful people feel impelled 
to bestow upon high character 
and good deeds is one way the race hag 
of uttering its own eternal aspirations, 
and constitutes a sort of spiritual food 
with which men would fain nourish 
themselves. ''Death hath this also," 
said Lord Bacon, ''that it openeth the 
gate to good fame," by which the old 
wise man meant, I think, that when any 
man of renown passes by in life, and es- 
pecially in death, a certain wave of 
emotion follows along, touching ahke the 
old who see in him the fulfiller of their 


dreams, the young, the inspirer of their 
dreams, the girl, that her lover, the 
mother that her son, may become such 
as he. Thus it is that a company of 
friends is here to-day to speak of a man 
whom they loved, a citizen who had 
faith in ideas and rare power to see and 
promote the lines of true progress in his 
day, and a pubHc servant who served 
modestly but notably and well the in- 
terests of his country and of mankind. 

I could not, even if it were my proper 
function so to do, speak of Walter 
Page in the note of old-time memorial 
statehness. I can imagine him in his 
bluff, explosive way checking me and 
bidding me restrain my loquacity and 
curb my oratorical instincts. But cer- 
tain intimate things I may, with pro- 
priety and deep love, briefly utter before 
presenting to you those who would an- 
alvze and evaluate his career. 


Walter Page and I were brought up in 
the same old Southern state of North 
CaroHna, and essentially in the same era 
of sacrifice and seriousness which swept 
over a land smitten by war and revolu- 
tion and grimly struggling back into 
the field of national consciousness and 
modern democracy. The sense of social 
duty lived in the air he early breathed 
and caused him to have for his undi- 
vided country and for the section whose 
strivings and tragedies he witnessed 
an attachment almost romantic in its 
tenderness and brooding concern. 

I saw him for the first time thirty- 
nine years ago, and during that long 
period I have known and loved few men 
better. As a young student at college, 
I stumbled into a meeting of teachers 
at my University and saw standing on a 
platform a young man expounding to 
them, in a most unconventional way, 


the dignity and beauty of the discipUnes 
involved in the study of the Greek 
language and literature. I was not 
deeply moved by the Greek appeal, 
but I was arrested quickly by the young 
editor who seemed to be flouting the 
oratorical pomposities current at the 
time by his manner and dress and who 
seemed charged with fierce eagerness, 
defiant optimism, and intellectual con- 

I saw him for the last time in October, 
1 914, standing in the doorway of the old 
American Embassy, on Victoria Street, 
in London, bidding me good-bye and 
Godspeed on my homeward voyage. 
The marks of care and toil were upon 
him, but also of proud, steadfast devo- 
tion and purpose, for he was just begin- 
ning the duties of a mission destined to 
be historical in the annals of American 
diplomacy and peculiarly distinguished 


in the story of Anglo-American rela- 
tions. The young attorney for the 
Greek disciphne, of the late 'seventies, 
had indeed traveled a long distance be- 
tween the cotton fields of North Caro- 
lina and the Court of St. James's. The 
journey had not been tempestuous but 
steady and fonvard, as if certain con- 
stant trade winds of energy and clear- 
thinking and forceful writing and down- 
right purpose had driven him on. There 
was no subtlety or cunning or mystery 
or seK delusion about Walter Page. 
He had faith in his profession of pub- 
licist, and his convictions marched on 
ahead of him, and he shouted out the 
thing he was after and the methods he 
meant to use. He was a big, whole- 
some, human being. He was not es- 
pecially logical; in fact, he resented 
the logician and the formal-minded man. 
He may be called an impressionist 


whose impressions went deep and whose 
eye discerned the essence of things. 
There were certain quahties inherent 
in his character about which one may 
venture to use that most dangerous 
form of phrase — the superlative. I have 
never known a more persistent and in- 
teUigent radical — ^in the best sense of 
that incisive word. His eyes never 
beheld anything, whether a venerable 
human institution, a manuscript, a 
piece of social organization, or a me- 
chanical device, that he did not ask him- 
self these questions : ^^Can this thing be 
made better than it is? and who and 
where is the man to tackle the job? and 
how soon can I tie the job and the man 
together? ' ' He was thus upon an unend- 
ing quest for practical excellence and a 
furious crusader against vain pretension. 
His passion was to build or rebuild old 
commonwealths, rural life, old educa- 


tional systems — whatever it was. Until 
the duties of the world war overshad- 
owed all things, he always claimed that 
the most satisfactory and important 
service of his life was the service he 
rendered upon the Southern Education 
Board and the General Education Board. 
I have never known a more perfect 
democrat than Walter Page. He wasted 
no time in defining that great Hope, 
as he called it. The conception thrilled 
and exalted and stimulated and guided 
him as religion used to guide its devotees 
in the age of Faith. He had thought 
the thing out and talked it out and or- 
dered it into a creed. "It^s the end of 
the year," he wrote me at Christmas 
in 191 2. " Mrs. Page and I (alone) have 
been talking of democracy. I do pro- 
foundly hold the democratic faith and 
beUeve that it can be worked into action 
among men." And in the same letter, 


he added: ^^I have a new amusement, a 
new excitement, a new study, as you 
have and as we all have who really be- 
lieve in a democracy — a new study, a 
new hope, and sometimes a new fear; 
and its name is Wilson. I have for 
many years regarded myself as an 
interested, but always a somewhat de- 
tached, outsider, believing that the 
democratic idea was real and safe and 
lifting, if we could ever get it put into 
action, contenting myself ever with 
such patches of it as time and accident 
and occasion now and then sewed on our 
gilded or tattered garments. But now 
it is come — the real thing; at any rate 
a man whose thought and aim and 
dream are our thought and aim and 
dream. That's enormously exciting! I 
didn't suppose I'd ever become so in- 
terested in a general proposition or in 
a governmental hope." As the tragic 


years went by it is needless to say that 
this interest and hope, whose name was 
Wilson, grew into confidence and faith 
and affection. 

I have known no man of wider and 
tenderer sympathies, of greater joy in 
praise of others, and greater genius in 
discovering the best in others. There 
are many noble men in America who 
found themselves because he first found 
them. Wlien his Memoirs come to be 
written, I prophesy that the number of 
the letters that he wrote and the con- 
tacts that he maintained with all sorts 
of men wiU astonish his biographer. 
And such letters! beautiful in hand- 
writing, fresh in thought, turbulent 
with strident common sense and radiant 
hope and virile humor. If he shall be 
not adjudged the best letter writer of 
his generation, I shall be much mis- 
taken. About the time of his appoint- 


ment to the English post, a certain 
menace of disease condemned me to in- 
activity in the great, cold, north country 
of New York. Week by week beautiful 
letters came to me from him — all in his 
engraved-like handwriting. They were 
sent primarily to beguile my sickness and 
silence, but they fairly throbbed with 
interest and bold opinions and poetical 
insights and praise of friends and now 
and then Gargantuan merriment and 
laughter. I often read them with min- 
gled laughter and tears, remembering 
the motive that moved the busy man, 
and stirred by their sense and substance. 
The letters didn't cease until the ship 
bearing him to his great task v/as ap- 
proaching Liverpool. Writing in De- 
cember, 191 2, amidst all sorts of conceit 
and mounting enthusiasms, I find these 
noble sentences spoken to strengthen 
a lonely man's courage. *'IVe a book 


or two more to send you. If they in- 
terest you, praise the gods. If they 
bore you, fling 'em in the snow and 
think no worse of me. You can't tell 
what a given book may be worth to a 
given man in an unknown mood. They 
become such a commodity to me that I 
thank my stars for a month away from 
them when I may come at 'em at a dif- 
ferent angle and really read a few old 
ones — ^Wordsworth, for instance. When 
you get old enough, you'll wake up some 
day with the feeling that the world is 
much more beautiful than it was when 
you were young, that a landscape has a 
clearer meaning, that the sky is more 
companionable, that outdoor color and 
motion are more splendidly audacious 
and beautifully rhythmical than you 
had ever thought. That's true. The 
gently snow-clad little pines out my 
window are more to me than the whole 


Taft Administration. They'll soon be 
better than the year's dividends. And 
the few great craftsmen in words, who 
can confirm this feehng — they are the 
masters you become grateful for. Then 
the sordidness of the world lies far be- 
neath you and your great democracy 
is truly come — the democracy of na- 
ture. To be akin to a tree, in this sense, 
is as good as to be akin to a man. I 
have a grove of little long-leaf pines 
down in the old country, and I know 
they'U have some consciousness of me 
after all men have forgotten me: I've 
saved 'em, and they'll sing a century of 
gratitude if I can keep 'em saved." 

Intense, dynamic, practical patriotism 
was incarnated in Walter Page. There 
was nothing provincial about him in this 
manifestation, for his mind was a world 
mind and his interests cosmic interests, 
though, as I have said, he brooded over 


the region that gave him birth like a 
mother over her children, trpng always 
to aid it even if he had thereby to incur 
unpopularity and outspoken criticism^. 

His interest in the Negro, for instance, 
was keen and cathohc, not from any 
romantic emotionalism, but because he 
saw the African as the stage where 
democracy could really hope to play 
its heroic part, if it were freed from hin- 
dering obstacles. He saw the weak- 
nesses of democracy and sought to 
remedy them, not by turgid eulogy, 
but by practical efforts to abohsh ignor- 
ance and disease and to promote com- 
munity effort and social organization. 

When the great war came and Page 
had settled down to a world task, I find a 
soberer note in forming his letters to me. 
The old flavor of daring humor and 
soaring talk dropped out of his style. 
He saw the supreme test awaiting him, a 


test which had faced Frankhn and Jef- 
ferson and Adams in other days, and 
which no one of them compassed more 
nobly than he. He must become the 
voice of the New World cheering for- 
ward the Old in its struggle for freedom. 
And he did so become. He saw, too, 
his beloved Democracy put to its su- 
preme test — cross-examined mercilessly 
by all the forces of society and assailed 
by a colossal foe. There was no waver- 
ing or lack of brain or faith, only sober- 
ness and girding of the loins. He saw 
afresh and at first hand the greatness 
and constancy of the English race and 
beheld anew the oneness of their ideals 
with our own, and hence the essential 
unity and permanency of their destiny 
with the destiny of his country — and so 
he grew in power as an interpreter be- 
tween the two kindred democracies 
struggling for existence at Armageddon. 


I had dreamed of my old friend com- 
ing home, hearing in his ears the acclaim 
of his friends and countrymen, and so 
living to old age accompanied by love 
and honor and troops of friends. 
When he actually came home broken in 
body to die, while the bells of victory 
were everywhere pealing, my heart 
was bitter at what seemed the savage 
cruelty of such a fate. But I now know 
that my emotion was the natural human 
reaction to loss and pain, and I now see 
the grandeur surrounding the end of this 
tired, faithful servant of the state, who 
had fought to the finish and won the 
fight in a crisis of the world, and who 
must have had acquaintance with the 
things that are not seen, and must have 
heard about him the rustling of the 
pinions of victory and the ''well done" of 
just men in all lands. And there was 
infinite beauty and fitness in carrying 


him back to lie under ''the long-leaf 
pines down in the old country '^ where 
the sands are white and the air clean. 
And those who cared for him rejoiced 
that the great Ambassador rests among 
his forbears, amid childhood scenes, 
content, I dare say, on some mount of 
faith, to know that 

" His part, in all the pomp that fills 
The circuit of the summer hills 
Is, that his grave is green." 


own address, introduced Mr. 
Herbert S, Houston, Secretary 
of the Committee, who read the follow- 
ing messages from the President of the 
United States, and from Secretary of 
State Lansing. 

**It is a matter of sincere regret to 
me that I cannot be present to add my 
tribute of friendship and admiration 
for Walter Page. He crowned a life of 
active usefulness by rendering his coun- 
try a service of unusual distinction, and 
deserves to be held in the affectionate 
memory of his fellow countrymen. In a 
time of exceeding difficulty he acquitted 
himself with discretion, unwavering 
fidelity and admirable intelligence. 

''WooDRow Wilson." 



THE passing of Walter Hines 
Page from the world in which 
he played so conspicuous a part 
was an event casting a shadow over his 
country in the very hours when victory 
for the cause to which he had devoted 
his energies, his very life, was assured. 
With a vision, which he converted 
into effort. Doctor Page from the first 
perceived the meaning of the war and 
the peril to those fundamental principles 
for which the United States has stood 
throughout its Hfe as a nation. EQs 
influence was ceaselessly exerted in be- 
half of the cause of the Allies and it was 
largely through his sympathetic spirit 



and through the confidence and good will 
which he inspired that many of the 
vexatious questions between the United 
States and Great Britain were removed 
and the peoples of the two countries 
were united in common thought and 
common purposes. 

The patriotic service which he ren- 
dered in the critical years and the sacri- 
ficial impulse with which he gave himself 
to the work of his ofhce makes his career 
as an ambassador distinguished and his 
name memorable among the famous 
Americans who have represented their 
country at the Court of St. James's. 

It is with mingled feelings of sorrow 
and admiration that I am privileged to 
bear witness to the greatness of Doctor 
Page's service, to his loyal devotion to 
American principles, and to the zeal and 
earnestness with which he performed 
his arduous duties. It is in the record 


of such a life that Americans find their 
loftiest ideals translated into fact and 
are given inspiration to serve their 
country to the very end. This is the 
lesson we should learn from the life of 
Walter Hines Page, a great diplomat, 
and a great patriot. 

Robert Lansing. 


IORD reading, the British High 
Commissioner and Special Am- 
bassador to the United States, 
was introduced by Doctor Alderman in 
the following words : 

The deepest conviction held by the 
late Ambassador from the United States 
to Great Britain was the conviction 
that the British Empire and the United 
States of America should know each 
other and understand each other, and 
as kindred peoples act together for the 
promotion of peace and justice in the 
world. There is, therefore, pecuhar fit- 
ness and graciousness in the presence 
here to-day of His Excellency, the Earl 
of Reading, British Ambassador to the 



United States, who on this side of the 
water has done so much to promote this 
unity and to reaUze this conviction. 

I have great honor in presenting to 
you, the Earl of Reading. 

Lord Reading's address was as follows : 

It is indeed a graceful act to have af- 
forded the opportunity to the British 
Ambassador to the United States to ex- 
press the tribute of respect, admiration, 
and affection that the British people feel 
for Walter Hines Page. 

To-day I speak to you as British Am- 
bassador, by special command of His 
Majesty, the King; by the request of 
the Government; and at the earnest 
desire of the British people. The Gov- 
ernment and people speak with one 
voice when they speak of Doctor Page. 
I noted that Doctor Alderman referred 
to his last meeting with Doctor Page in 


October, 1914. With us in England, 
knowledge of Doctor Page may almost 
be said to have begun when he first came 
to our country as the accredited repre- 
sentative of the United States to our 
Nation. He came as an interpreter of 
the thoughts and the sentiments of 
America to Britain. Pie was with us 
a little over a year before the great war 
began. During this early period we 
learned to know more of him perhaps 
than is usually learned in so short a 
time. He made himself acquainted, 
and indeed, had become on friendly 
terms with all of our leading Statesmen, 
men of letters, men engaged in Art, 
Science, and indeed in all professions 
and one might say, all avocations of life. 
WTien the war came in 1 914, he was in 
a difficult and a very responsible position. 
Those of us who were in my country 
during that period, will recall the many 


difficult, anxious, contentious questions 
that arose during the early part of the 
war. It was not vouchsafed to him to 
express, in public, his thoughts upon 
the war which had started. He rep- 
resented his country and observed 
throughout that strict neutrality which 
of course became his duty. He was a 
true American; never for one moment 
during the whole period of that neu- 
trality did he forget that he represented 
a neutral administration; but, neverthe- 
less, he did conduct the affairs of his 
country with our authorities in England 
so as to smooth away difficulties, to 
remain on the friendliest terms, and to 
convince us of sympathy notwithstand- 
ing that it was his duty to insist and 
most strenuously to insist upon the point 
of view of his Government. 

I doubt very much whether we have 
ever brought home to you, or whether 


any words that I could use would con- 
vey to you the deep debt of gratitude 
that we British people feel for the work 
of Doctor Page, during that period of the 
war. It was his counsel, it was his acts, 
it was generally his thought that helped 
always to clear away some of the com- 
plexities that were constantly arising. 

In private life, he was far too out- 
spoken a man (candor was part and 
parcel of him) to conceal from those who 
had the high privilege of intimate inter- 
course with him, that the whole soul of 
the man was centred in the victory of 
the Allied cause. He never allowed that 
sympathy to interfere with his duty; 
but almost the crowning moment of his 
life, I should think, was when America 
entered the war — ^when the restraints 
were removed from him; when he could 
speak his thoughts; when he could give 
public utterance to them; when he could 


aid by his public efforts, in the work 
for the x\Uied cause. 

During all this time, he had been gain- 
ing the affections of our people increas- 
ingly, as time progressed. After Amer- 
ica had entered the war; when he threw 
himself so whole-heartedly into our 
life in England; when with the joy of 
the removal of the restraint that had 
cabined and confined him for so long, 
he was able to lend his energies, his ac- 
tivities and the value of his judgment to 
the common work in which we were en- 
gaged, he vowed to us that he was only 
a worker in the democracy of the Eng- 
lish speaking nations. He longed to 
take his part as a soldier in the field of 
battle, fighting for right, for justice, 
for liberty, for that democracy he loved. 

I could not use language which could 
properly be described as exaggerated 
when I speak of the impression that he 


made upon us in England. There will 
be a golden chapter in the history of 
England entitled '' Walter Hines Page." 
There will be another in the history of 
Anglo-American cooperation for the jus- 
tice and liberty of the world. 

He had an unfaltering faith in the 
victory of our cause. Whatever the 
difficulties were, he never allowed the 
light to be obscured. He had a singu- 
larly original mind. He had a specially 
outspoken way of expressing himself. 
His thoughts were lofty; his language 
was distinguished. His ideals were no- 
ble and he never was weary of devoting 
himself to carrying them into practical 

I will now speak to you, the names of 
the great men of my country who have 
been associated with him and who 
would love to be associated at this mo- 
ment as I am, speaking I think just for 


one moment only — those with whom he 
served during the earUer days of the 
war, when Mr. Asquith was Prime Min- 
ister and Sir Edward Grey was Foreign 
Secretary; and of the later days, when 
Mr. Lloyd George was Prime Minister 
and Mr. Balfour the Foreign Secretary; 
of Lord Crew at one time handling the 
affairs of the Foreign Office; of Lord 
Curzon who has done the same in later 
time. I speak of these politicians — 
men who played a great part during the 
war, only for the purpose of giving ut- 
terance for them, through the tribute 
of admiration and of love for the man. 
His work throughout the latter period 
of his life was avowedly given to making 
these great English speaking peoples 
better acquainted with each other. 

I recall as I address you, a speech he 
made in the House of Commons, if my 
memory serves me aright, at the end of 


191 7, when he said that he would devote 
the remaining years of his Hfe to bring- 
ing about a more fundamental and 
lasting acquaintance and friendship be- 
tween our two countries. He has in- 
deed done noble work in that direction. 

He labored so hard that he strained 
his physical capacities to the uttermost, 
as some of us who had the advantage of 
seeing him often, realize. He did it, I 
beheve, knowingly. He refused to spare 
himself because he was determined that 
all that there was in him should be 
given to the cause of the country he 
represented in such grave and anxious 
times, and that it should be devoted also 
to that other nation where he was then 
residing, so closely associated with 

To all those who were engaged in the 
common cause, those labors of his 
have borne fruit, and I believe will bear 


even richer fruit in the future. His 
memory will ever be recalled with rever- 
ence; remembered with the Anglo- 
American relations during the last few 
eventful years. To all who studied 
what has happened during the great war, 
it will ever be kept alive by devotion 
and loyalty to the great ideals which 
Walter Hines Page always set to liimself, 
and of which he was never tired of speak- 
ing to us in England. 

He came to us comparatively un- 
known. He left us, so shortly before 
his death, with a name renowned and 
revered by all those who had learned 
to know him, and that w^as by all the 
English speaking peoples of the world. 
He was beloved by all who had the hon- 
or of intimacy or private intercourse 
with him — they who had garnered some 
of the rich harvest of the beautiful 
thoughts to which he so constantly 


gave utterance, and he will ever remain 
with us, among the most distinguished 
of the distinguished representatives you 
have sent to our country. 

We of Great Britain, and of that ag- 
gregation of British nations known as 
the British Empire, will always love 
and revere the memory and the works 
of Walter Hines Page. 




was introduced in the following 
words by Doctor Alderman: 

I am glad that these exercises go 
forward in the presence of the acting 
head of the State Department, Mr. 
Frank Polk, under which Walter Page 
did his work, and of former Secretary 
of the Treasury, Mr. William G. 
McAdoo who was the friend of Mr. 
Page, and his government colleague. 

I have the honor and the very great 
pleasure to present Secretary McAdoo. 

Responding to Doctor Alderman's 


introduction Mr. McAdoo delivered the 
following address : 

It is a genuine privilege to join the 
friends of Walter Hines Page in this 
tribute to his memory, evidencing as it 
does the affection and respect in which 
his friends and his countrymen held 

It would be impossible for me to con- 
tribute anything to the eloquent ad- 
dresses which have been made by Doctor 
Alderman and by His Excellency, the 
British Ambassador, and I shall not 
attempt therefore to speak at any great 
length about our distinguished friend, 
but merely to recall a few incidents in 
his Hfe which are not known to the 

I had known Mr. Page somewhat casu- 
ally before the year 191 1, but in 1911 
I became intimately acquainted with 


him. We were brought together by a 
sort of mutual attraction — growing out 
of a community of ideas or identity of 

Doctor Alderman described Mr. Page 
very accurately when he said that he 
was essentially a democrat and that 
he was intelligently a radical. It was 
for those reasons no doubt that Mr. 
Page threw himself with such fervor 
into the effort to have nominated for the 
presidency of the United States, the 
man who represented not only the prin- 
ciples for which he stood and in which 
he believed with such ardor, but the 
ideals which Mr. Page so fervently 
cherished. And as I, myself, was very 
much interested in effectuating the same 
object, we found ourselves in complete 
sympathy with each other, and became 
earnest companions in an effort at 
political cooperation in a field which was 


entirely new to each of us, and which we 
entered with the daring and enthusiasm 
of the innocents. We used to meet 
about once a week at a small ofhce down 
tow^n to consider the best means of 
furthering the interests of our ideal can- 
didate for the presidency. As we pro- 
ceeded, I was struck with the incisive- 
ness of Air. Page's mind; with the deep 
and abiding faith he had in his country 
and in the principles of democracy; 
with the loyalty and devotion of his 
friendships and of the sincerity and 
depth of his feelings and convictions. 
We were associated together in the pre- 
liminary work which led up to the Balti- 
more Convention in 191 2, and we had 
the pleasure of meeting after that con- 
vention and of feUcitating each other 
not so much upon the work we had 
done — a work to which we hoped that 
we had contributed something — but 


upon the happy fruition of our great 
adventure, the nomination for the Pres- 
idency of Woodrow Wilson. 

I learned during that time to know 
him intimately and to appreciate him 
deeply. Then was formed the sincere 
and ardent friendship which has abided 
ever since; and when the time came to 
consider an Ambassador to the Court 
of St. James's, I found myself, wholly 
unexpectedly, occupying a Cabinet po- 
sition in Washington, where it became 
my privilege to discuss the appointment 
with the President and the Secretary 
of State and to suggest my friend, Walter 
Hines Page as the man who should be 
chosen for that great post. 

It was not anticipated at that time, 
of course, that such a calamity as the 
Great War would overtake the world, 
and yet we all realized how essential it 
was that a man should be chosen to rep- 


resent America at the Court of St. 
James's, who not only represented the 
ideals of democracy but who also had 
the intellectual force, the high purpose, 
and the patriotism which would enable 
him to uphold the best traditions of that 
great and honorable post — a post 
which had been filled by some of the 
most eminent men in American history, 
and it was with the greatest pleasure 
that I urged as the man best fitted, 
of all those with whom I was acquainted, 
Walter Hines Page, for that distin- 
guished honor. 

I remember that I feared, as I thought 
about it at the time, that his somewhat 
abrupt manner — due to the great sin- 
cerity and fervor of his views, which 
Doctor Alderman has so happily de- 
scribed as '^ explosive"- — might perhaps 
be a bit foreign to the ways of diplomacy, 
and yet, even at that time, I think it 


was rather vaguely in the minds and 
consciousness of the people that the 
days of secret and circuitous diplomacy 
were on the wane and that the direct 
diplomacy, the open diplomacy, the 
diplomac}' of sincerity and of honesty 
and candor were about to be ushered 
in. As I reflected upon that, I could 
not but believe that the selection of Mr. 
Page for this great ofhce was singularly 
appropriate, and that it gave promise 
of an adventure in diplomacy which 
might perhaps produce wonderful re- 
sults in the progress of the world. 

It was not my good fortune to see 
much of him after he left for London. 
Those were busy days in Washington, 
even before the war broke out, and, after 
hostilities began, the occasional letters 
which I had from him grew less and less 
frequent, and I found myself less and 
less able to keep up the correspondence. 


Doctor Alderman has most happily 
and fittingly described the wonderful 
charm of Walter Hines Page's letters. 
I believe with him, that Mr. Page will 
be accorded, if his letters are ever pub- 
lished — as I hope they may be — the dis- 
tinction of having been one of the 
most scholarly and delightful corres- 
pondents of modern times. 

As the ^var progressed I detected in 
his letters a note of poignant feeling 
for the misery^ and suffering which the 
war had produced. It was the very 
natural expression of Mr. Page, because 
he had that warmth of heart, that broad 
humanity, that great love for his fellow 
men, which made him peculiarly sus- 
ceptible to human suffering. But never, 
in his letters, was there a note of com- 
plaint, no matter what the difficulties 
were. They were filled with an increas- 
ing fervor and reverence and a firm 


determination to meet the difficulties 
which confronted his country in the ex- 
tremely delicate situation which her po- 
sition as a great neutral made inevitable ; 
but always there was the expression of a 
hope that some day America would 
come into the war as a belligerent and 
join with the Allies in vindicating the 
principles of justice and liberty for 
which they were fighting. 

He lived, I am glad to say, to see the 
realization of his hopes. He lived to 
see the Allies victorious and to see his 
country crowned with glory ; and while I 
never had the pleasure of seeing him 
again, I knew the grateful emotions 
with which he viewed that wonderful 
consummation of all that he most 
hoped for. 

Walter Hines Page stood by his post 
with the fervor of true patriotism, 
stricken in health, and knowing, I am 


sure, that to continue in London prob- 
ably meant the last great sacrifice for 
him. He faced it, nevertheless, with 
the courage and determination of a 
true soldier; and he was a participant 
in, as well as a contributor to, the vic- 
tory which his country had such a noble 
part in winning. 

He has made a shining page in the 
history of America, and all Americans 
will do him honor. 


DR. LYMAN ABBOTT was intro- 
duced by Doctor Alderman, who 
presented him in the following 
words : 

It is fitting that these exercises should 
close with a brief address on the moral 
and social forces of these times by one 
who knew Walter Hines Page as a fel- 
low craftsman; who shared with him 
his leaning toward democracy and who 
spurred him on by his own example, 
in the interest of men and women every- 

I have pleasure in presenting Dr. 
Lyman Abbott, editor of The Outlook. 



Doctor Abbott, in response, spoke 
as follows : 

The admirable addresses to which we 
have listened have come from members 
of the party of v^hich Mr. Page was a 
member. It is perhaps fitting that a 
word should be added to those tributes 
by one who has been all his life a demo- 
crat but never a member of the Demo- 
cratic party — a life-long Independent 
wdth Republican prejudices. I am glad 
to speak for those outside of all party 
relations, representing this common tes- 
timony to a great service by a great 

It is singular, is it not, that we find 
it so difficult to get the men we want 
for public service, and yet, we do not 
give to them the rewards for which we 
all of us are working. For most of us 
at least, work for some kind of reward — 


money — fame — the joy of working. And 
all three of these are denied to our 
public men. We pay them less than 
private enterprise pays them. The mo- 
ment a man rises to any high position, 
the newspapers criticize him, which is 
right — rob him of character, which is 
wrong. And as for the joy of working, 
our American Nation has adopted a 
policy of checks and balances which 
hampers and hinders the honest public 
servant and makes him feel that he is 
always subject to suspicion. And yet it 
is the glory of Democracy that, in spite 
of this, it finds noble men to serve it. 
For my part, I do not hesitate, looking 
over the history of the recent past, to 
put, on one side, the history of Europe 
and, on the other side, the history of our 
country during the same time; the his- 
tory of America does not suffer in the 
comparison. I am willing — are we not 


all of us willing — to put Abraham Lin- 
coln and Gladstone side by side; to 
put Chief Justice Marshall and Lord 
Mansfield side by side; and to put the 
ambassadors who have served us abroad 
in critical times by the side of the am- 
bassadors of any other country. Where 
shall we find names more worthy of the 
world's reverence than the names of 
Benjamin Franklin who served us in 
the Revolutionary period; John Bige- 
low and Charles Francis Adams who 
served us in the time of the Civil War; 
John Hay and Andrew D. White who 
served us in the time of the Spanish- 
American War; or Mr. Herrick and 
Walter Hines Page who served us in 
the time of the Great World War. 

Every now and then, I come across a 
man, sometimes in the spoken conversa- 
tion, sometimes in the printed page, 
who thinks ambassadors are rather 


ornamental appendages to the country; 
that they are no longer necessar}-; that 
they are not much needed. They dress 
well; they eat well; they give good 
food to other people ; and they are pleas- 
ant companions and sometimes useful 
to inexperienced, perplexed, or impecu- 
nious travelers. 

Do we realize what an ambassador 
really is? Do we realize what it means 
for us to have a true representative of 
America in a foreign country; what it 
means to have such a representative 
in England? Lord Reading, I am sure, 
will pardon me if I say that a great 
many English readers have gotten their 
notion of what an American is from the 
pictures in Punch; from the caricatures 
in Martin Chuzzlewit; from the pen 
portrait of the American, drawn by 
Kiphng; from the Yankee on the stage; 
and from the American travelers whom 


they have met sometimes in Oxford 
Street and sometimes in the cheaper 
boarding houses. Do we reaHze what 
it is to have a cultivated gentleman, a 
scholar, reverenced, as Lord Reading 
has told us Mr. Page was reverenced in 
England, holding himself in close re- 
straint, as Lord Reading has told us he 
did hold himself while he was repre- 
senting a neutral country; and who 
poured out his enthusiasm for liberty 
and justice when he had permission to 
express himself. Do we know what it 
is to have such a man standing for us in 
the country of our kinsfolk? 

The successful ambassador must have 
certain contradictory qualities. He 
must be a thorough-going American 
and yet he must be an InternationaHst. 
He must be an aristocrat, and yet a 
democrat; he must be a man of tact; 
and he must be a man of force. Walter 


Page was all of these six men in one. 
He was a native American — thoroughly 
American. Born in the South; edu- 
cated in Baltimore, midway between 
the South and the North; taking what 
I may call his post graduate course in 
journalism in the Middle West and in 
New England. He knew every part of 
America and understood it. America 
was in ever}^ drop of his blood and in 
every tingling nerve of his body. He 
was an American, fired with the enthu- 
siasm of the American spirit. And yet 
he was also an Internationalist. He was 
an American but not a provincial Amer- 
ican. Our ambassador must represent 
his own country abroad. And he must 
not only know the language, but the 
life of the people, that he may interpret 
America to the people. Very shortly 
after he went over, provincial Ameri- 
cans cried out with indignation against 


him because he was reported as saying 
that we were ruled by English ideas 
and led by English ideas. And yet, 
is it not true that the great fundamental 
ideas of justice and law and order on 
which the British Empire has been built, 
rule in America? I hope it is. And is 
it not true that the men who have fought 
the battles out of which our own liber- 
ties have grown, have fought them on 
English soil and so by the happy acci- 
dent of having been born before us, 
have been our leaders? 

He was both an aristocrat and a dem- 
ocrat! What it is to have a country 
governed by what we are apt to call 
the best citizens — by which we generally 
mean the worthiest, the most powerful, 
the highest bred or the best educated; 
what it is to have a country governed 
by those without any sympathy with or 
understanding for the plain people. 


Russia has shown us under the Czar; 
and what it is to have a country gov- 
erned by proletarians without any sym- 
pathy for the rights of the rich, the 
powerful, the intellectual, Russia is 
showing us under the Bolsheviki. God 
grant that we may learn the lesson and, 
in this country, reaUze that there can 
be no peace and no prosperity unless 
capital and labor work in unity and 
clasp hands in a common effort for a 
common welfare. 

Mr. Page was a Siamese twin. He 
was a democrat and an aristocrat. He 
beheved in the best; not in the best class, 
but in the best in any class and in the 
best in every man in every class. He 
was not a democrat that leveled down; 
he leveled up. He was a man of cul- 
ture, what culture President Alderman 
has already intimated to us. I have 
had a fairh^ large acquaintance with 


cultured men — college graduates — I 
have known but two men that wrote 
their private memoranda in the Greek 
language. Mr. Page w^as one of them. 
All the culture of the past he was fa- 
mihar wdth; that splendid past which 
we are gradually forgetting, more is the 
pity. But with that culture, there w^ent 
a profound sympathy and a practical 
fellowship with the men of affairs. 

When he went into journaKsm, it 
was into TJie World^s Work. He was a 
world's man and he had a hearty sym- 
pathy with the workers of the world. 
He believed in the past; but he also 
believed in the future and in the prog- 
ress of the past into the future. It 
was characteristic of him to entitle 
one department in his review ^'The 
March of Events." 

He died for his country as truly as 
any soldier whose body lies under the 


sod of France. He laid down his life 
for his fellow men. Do you remember 
what John says: ^'Christ laid down His 
life for us and we ought to lay down 
our lives for our brothers." I do not 
know what his church was. I do not 
know whether he belonged to any 
church. But I do know he followed 
Christ to the uttermost, for he laid 
down his life for his fellow men. 

We have no war cross we can give 
him. We have no title we can give him. 
How shall we honor him? How but 
by following his example and by de- 
manding of our country that it honor 
the men who are continuing the work 
he did for us. This is the honor we 
desire to pay to him. This is the 
crown we desire to put upon his head: 
the crown of service, by continuing 
for our country by our lives, the spirit 
of his consecrated sacrifice.